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June 6, 2011

Summer has come and Passed……..

Filed under: Crap, Fun, Inspira, Life, Lit, YouTube — Tags: , , , , , — Vivek R @ 7:09 PM

Wait wait…… This is not a post about Summer. Again, a typical dose of Awesome things that I found. 🙂

Here is one OSM comment that I found on youtube itself, about the song “Wake Me Up When September Ends”…

The front singer, named Billie Joe was just a kid when hes father died, hes father died a September day, and right after Billie’s fathers funeral Billy ran all the way home, and went to bed, when hes mother came home and asked him what was wrong, the only thing he said was: “Wake me up when September ends”

And thats why he is crying almost everytime they play this song live..

And the songs Lyrics are here :

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father’s come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father’s come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends…………….

And here is the Song :

Already, I fell in love with it ! 🙂

Yea, as the topic of Love came now, Lemme direct you to one of the Lectures given by a man, who is considered as Perfect Personification of Indian Culture. As an Indian, let me take this Opp. to explain “l-o-v-e” in a more holistic way.

Here is the wiki link that goes to a Lecture, that Swami Vivekananda delivered at San Francisco.

( Teaser :

This is the question: Is not your husband God, your child God? If you can love your wife, you have all the religion in the world. You have the whole secret of religion and Yoga in you. But can you love? That is the question. You say, “I love . . . Oh Mary, I die for you! ” [But if you] see Mary kissing another man, you want to cut his throat. If Mary sees John talking to another girl, she cannot sleep at night, and she makes life hell for John. This is not love. This is barter and sale in sex. It is blasphemy to talk of it as love. The world talks day and night of God and religion—so of love. Making a sham of everything, that is what you are doing! Everybody talks of love, [yet in the] columns in the newspapers [we read] of divorces every day. When you love John, do you love John for his sake or for your sake? [If you love him for your sake], you expect something from John. [If you love him for his sake], you do not want anything from John. He can do anything he likes, [and] you [will] love him just the same.

(……After explaining the first two)

The third [angle of the love-triangle is that] love is its own end. It can never be the means. The man who says, “I love you for such and such a thing”, does not love. Love can never be the means; it must be the perfect end…..  . ………… [There is] no why, because it is not the means. When one can love, that is salvation, that is perfection, that is heaven. What more? What else can be the end? What can you have higher than love?

Love never asks; it always gives. . . . When a young man goes to see his sweetheart, . . . there is no business relationship between them; theirs is a relationship of love, and love is no beggar. [In the same way], we understand that the beginning of real spiritual worship means no begging. We have finished all begging: “Lord, give me this and that.”

There was an old Indian emperor who on a hunting expedition came across a great sage in the forest. He was so pleased with this sage that he insisted that the latter come to the capital to receive some presents. [At first] the sage refused. [But] the emperor insisted, and at last the sage consented. When he arrived [at the palace], he was announced to the emperor who said, “Wait a minute until I finish my prayer.” The emperor prayed, “Lord, give me more wealth, more [land, more health], more children.” The sage stood up and began to walk out of the room. The emperor said, “You have not received my presents.” The sage replied, “I do not beg from beggars. All this time you have been praying for more land, [for] more money, for this and that. What can you give me? First satisfy your own wants!”

Aaaargh… My Teaser is not short…. Darn… )

So, Thats it for today folks !

October 13, 2010

And Miles to go before I sleep…

Filed under: Inspira, Life, Lit, Tec — Tags: , , , — Vivek R @ 12:03 AM

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


From Robert Frost’s NEW HAMPSHIRE, this poem is a real inspiration telling that a long road ahead, so be prepared to face it.This is the marvel on human principle of deeds and romantic fascination .

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Its about journey we all take, from childhood to adulthood, how hard times seem like dark times, and how easy it seems sometimes to simply give up. But we all have promises to keep, parents to make proud, obligations to fulfill, therefore miles to go before we sleep. . Its about carrying on even when you think no-one is watching, or when all you really want is to rest. Always remember, every task, job or challenge you take is a promise you make. And some of good character would go the distance before you become really aware of.

Most of us fall victim to the apparent beauty or handsomeness , forgetting the purpose of life that that remains in one’s self-less activities of good deeds.As temptation and feasting senses often cause our downfall.We are not told, however, that the call of social responsibility proves stronger than the attraction of the woods, which are “lovely” as well as “dark and deep”.He is stirred by the magical scenery. But can’t stay for as long as he’d like, for he has pressing responsibilities.

It is OK to take time to stop and enjoy life, but not to the extent that it keeps you away from keeping your promises.We may enjoy the beauty of a girl , or nature , but not at the cost of our work . (Take time to smell the roses, but don’t dilly dally around.)

Also , There is a slight lack of surety in the speaker saying to himself, “I think I know,” thus again signifying the meeting ground between what he knows and what he does not.The speaker focuses almost exclusively on the physical fact of his surroundings, he is at the same time articulating his own mental landscape.

What appears to be “simple” is shown to be not really simple, what appears to be innocent is not really innocent…

September 12, 2010

Virtue

Filed under: Fun, Inspira, Life — Tags: — Vivek R @ 10:50 PM

VIRTUE

© H George.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

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